CHAPTER 11
“Oh, Julia, it’s beautiful.” Rosalind ran her fingers over the lush, silver-trimmed black silk. It still seemed strange to marry in such a dark color, but that was the tradition in Spain, and she had to admit, the color suited her.
“It will look more beautiful when you’re wearing it,” Julia gushed. “Put it on.”
Feeling like a princess, Rosalind slipped the gown over her head. The shimmering fabric pooled at her feet and sagged around her breasts.
“It’s too big,” she said, trying not to look crestfallen. Surely Julia thought I would have a bigger bosom.
“Well, we were close,” the seamstress said kindly. “Just a tuck here and there, and of course, the hem, and it will be perfect.”
“Don’t forget to take in the bodice.” Rosalind tugged at the excess of fabric.
“Oh yes. Well,
